It's my birthday, I'll cry if I want to
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100x3, a triabble by amberdreams, dizzojay & edinaclouds
Challenge word: play
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean can't seem to catch a break, even on his birthday.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be on Dean's birthday.
Whilst Sam had been expecting to have to carry Dean into the room on the night of his birthday, he'd imagined it being due to the purple nurples, not due to Dean being barely-conscious and bleeding after an assault by three asshole rednecks and their pet crowbar.
Clearly objecting to being hustled out of their paychecks after an evening playing pool, they'd slunk away to form a welcome delegation for Dean in the mens' room.
Their brutal attack had left him lying broken and helpless on the filthy floor.
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He really should've taken Dean to the hospital especially as he was pretty sure his jerk of a brother had a concussion.
But it was too soon after Milwaukee –they might be recognized.
So he carried Dean to his bed; shucked off his boots; eased off his shirt and pants; began tending to the plethora of cuts and bruises that adorned his broken body.
The older Winchester mumbled incoherently.
"Easy," Sam murmured, as memories of countless other times he'd sat beside his injured brother played out in his mind. Seemed Dean just couldn't catch a break, even on his birthday.
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Later, Dean was safely ensconced in bed, propped up with all the pillows their motel room possessed. Sam's bed was looking a bit bare, but Dean needed it more than he did.
Just like Dean needed that take-out, six pack and pie, even though before he'd sent Sam out for supplies he'd been moaning about maybe having a couple of teeth knocked loose.
It was when Dean commandeered Sam's laptop to watch porn that Sam decided Dean was just playing him for all he was worth.
And that Sam was quite happy with that, it being Dean's birthday and all.
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